Fic: We go deeper than skin (Cara/Kahlan/Nicci)
Title: We go deeper than skin
Pairings: Cara/Kahlan/Nicci
Rating: NC-17
Written for lots_pornbattle Round 3
Prompts: ep. Bound pleasuring Kahlan through Nicci, reluctant Cara, bondage
“I need to take a walk.” Kahlan raked both hands through her black tresses and turned away from the Seeker. His eyes were pleading with her to let him be part of her thoughts but she just needed a moment to herself.
“Kahlan…” He began but she silenced him with a hard stare. The mask of the Mother Confessor was firmly in place.
Blue eyes travelled over to the Mord’Sith who was glowering at their prisoner.
The woman who’d brought all of this upon them was securely tied to a tree. Her hands were stretched above her head while she stood there unable to move.
Kahlan felt the burn of the rope on her wrists and the strain in her shoulders but it was the only way to keep the blonde sorceress from doing more harm to either of them.
She shot Richard one last glance and turned away to disappear into the forest with quick strides until she couldn’t hear the Seeker’s voice calling after her anymore.
“I’m going after her.” Richard announced.
“Didn’t the Mother Confessor just voice the desire to be alone?” Cara remarked dryly.
“She needs someone to comfort her.” Richard was determined to do whatever he thought was best and Cara simply accepted his argument with a huff. There was no use in trying to hold him back. Sometimes he seemed like a puppy that needed to follow Kahlan everywhere.
He grabbed the hilt of his sword and with sure steps followed after the brunette.
“He really doesn’t know what’s best for her, does he?” Nicci’s voice was acidic as she spoke for first time in two days. Ever since they’d captured her and Cara had forcefully stopped her from doing any more harm to her own body, she’d only glared at each of them with a quiet hatred.
Despite being so powerful a sorceress she couldn’t compete with Cara’s ability to repel magic. Now she had her own personal shadow in red leather, ready to deflect any spell she might come up with.
There was really nothing to do for either of them while they were waiting for the wizard to return with a cure on his hands so they could get on with the quest.
And it was getting on Cara’s nerves. To watch the usually so fierce and determined Mother Confessor wither away under effects of the spell was unsettling, to say in the least. This not just physical but also emotional connection to Nicci was making her temper unpredictable and her body weak.
Cara kept on watching over their captive and she would continue to do so until the spell was broken.
She was itching to touch her Agiel, to quench the uneasy feeling in her stomach but refrained from doing so in front of Nicci.
No more weaknesses. They had to solve this.
“I’m sensing that you’ve not yet fully understood what all of this means.” Nicci began but Cara ignored her. The Mord’Sith made a point of looking at the trees surrounding them instead of into her eyes.
“Have you considered that the Mother Confessor can feel everything I feel? Everything.” She emphasized the last word, drawing out each syllable.
Cara’s brows furrowed, and she was about to tell the sorceress to shut up when suddenly sea-green eyes widened in realization.
A small smile played across Nicci’s lips. “Ah, I see you’ve come to a conclusion?” She chuckled darkly.
“Just think of it. What a release it would be, literally. I bet she’s thought about it too. And I’m sure she wants it so badly…”
“Enough!” Cara growled. Her hand had unconsciously wrapped around the handle of her Agiel and she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. The pain was barring unwanted thoughts from her mind but now that the sorceress had put this idea into her head it was almost impossible to ignore it.
Kahlan could indeed feel everything Nicci felt. Every blow and every cut but also every touch and caress.
“I can’t imagine what it is like to not be able to give into your desires. It must be impossibly hard to never feel the heights of orgasm, not knowing what ecstasy and pure bliss is…”
Nicci wasn’t just a magnificent sorceress, she was also talented in the arts of persuasion and manipulation. And by the look on the Mord’Sith face she knew that she’d hit a nerve.
Had she tried this with the Seeker she knew that it would never have worked because he loved the Mother Confessor too much to ever betray her with another woman. Which didn’t necessarily mean that that was what Kahlan wanted. Would she be willing to give up the Seeker for a night to feel what her body was truly capable of?
Cara reluctantly turned to face Nicci. Her mouth was set in a hard line and her entire body rigid.
“Do you really think she’d mind? You could tell her I did it myself.” Nicci suggested.
“I bet you’ve considered what it would be like to have her writhing beneath you, to claim her lips and make her feel things she’s never felt before. This is the only chance you’ll ever get, the closest you’ll ever come to feeling her…”
There was a silent war behind Cara’s eyes and by the darkening of them Nicci could tell that she’d won.
It was almost too easy, but she guessed that something had been brewing underneath the surface for quite a while and she’d just offered a way to vent certain frustrations.
Suddenly the Mord’Sith’ mouth was on her with an intensity that surprised even Nicci.
She hadn’t expected a kiss like that, at all.
Then a gloved hand was buried in her hair while the other one moved up her inner thigh.
A tongue snaked across her lips and she couldn’t help but moan quietly. Albeit all of her power and self-assuredness she’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be kissed, let alone ravished.
She couldn’t really move but leaned her head back to break the kiss. She took a deep breath. “Try to remember who you’re doing this to.”
Cara took a microscopic step back and glared at Nicci.
Meanwhile Kahlan stopped mid-step. She gasped quietly and looked around. She had to place a hand against a nearby tree to steady herself while strange sensations raced through body. Her lips tingled while there was a throbbing between her legs that she wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with.
There was a burning in her lower belly she couldn’t quite place and for a moment she thought that she might’ve upset her stomach, until she remembered the spell.
Was Nicci feeling these things? And if so what exactly was going on with her?
Kahlan almost fell to the ground when an intense wave of arousal rushed through her. She moaned loudly and leaned back against the tree. Part of her knew that this was wrong and that she should hurry back and stop whatever this was as soon as possible. But another part wanted it to continue.
These sensations were something she would never be able to coax from her own body, she knew that much. And she would also never be able to share herself with another. What if this was the only chance to ever experience intimacy? Well, in a second-hand kind of way.
Somehow she instinctively knew what was happening to her, and she only needed to decide what to do about it.
Her choice was made when there was a sudden pressure right there at her center.
Sinking down to the ground she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the tree to simply feel.
Somehow she could tell that it wasn’t Richard. She’d kissed him before and by the little pain that she felt now and then on her lips like someone was nipping at them, she knew it wasn’t him.
But that only left one person, Cara.
A hot blush crept across her face and neck. Imagining what she and Nicci were most likely doing at the moment was fueling her desire even further.
There was really no need to touch herself because a steady pressure was right there between her legs. She arched her back and grabbed fistfuls of leaves and grass that surrounded her.
Kahlan's moans never reached the sorceress and Mord’Sith who were equally focused on the task at hand.
Cara had shoved her thigh between Nicci’s legs and due to the fact that her hands were still bound above her head there was absolutely nothing the sorceress could do but enjoy the sensations the blonde’s tongue on her throat evoked in her.
As soon as Cara had remembered that Kahlan could feel this as well she’d become remarkably gentler. Had Nicci been a little more focused she would’ve grinned about the fact that a Mord’Sith was seemingly developing feelings for a Confessor. But instead she couldn’t really form a coherent thought while Cara’s unbelievably delicious lips were making their way down to her breasts.
The fabric of her dress was bunched up because the Mord’Sith had her thigh firmly planted between Nicci’s legs. She tried to find purchase to grind down but Cara always drew back when her movements became too frantic. “Are you trying to draw this out?” she breathed and hit the back of her head against the tree when Cara’s gloved hand closed around her breast. She teased a nipple through the fabric with the palm of her hand and Nicci felt herself grow even wetter. She was almost ashamed of how needy she was, but the moans just couldn’t be held in any longer.
Suddenly Cara let go of her and even stepped back, taking away that pressure Nicci so desperately needed between her legs. Slowly the Mord’Sith tugged on the fingertips of her gloves and took them off, all the while watching the sorceress with a hungry gaze. Hadn’t her chest and cheeks already been flushed Nicci would’ve blushed embarrassingly at the look that was directed at her.
Cara dropped the gloves to the ground and returned to stand right before the blonde. She gazed into her eyes and cradled Nicci’s face in her now bare hands. The tenderness was surprising, to say in the least, and Nicci couldn’t help but wonder who the Mord’Sith was truly looking at.
Was she imagining dark tresses and blue eyes? Did it really matter?
Cara’s lips descended upon hers once again and she parted them to invite an inquisitive tongue into her mouth. The Mord’Sith’ hands wandered down her throat over her shoulders and arms to settle on her hips. Nicci was pretty certain that this was one of the most passionate kisses she’d ever received.
Cara began grinding against Nicci and gathered the fabric of her red dress in her hands to pull it up over the blonde’s waist.
The pain from the ropes on her wrists was something Nicci could easily ignore and it actually made this entire experience far more exciting. She briefly wondered if the Mother Confessor felt the same way.
Soon enough her lower parts were exposed to the chilly air of the day and she felt Cara’s warm hands settle on her thighs. Sure fingers gently massaged there while the Mord’Sith kept on devouring Nicci’s lips.
The closer those fingers came to her center the more Nicci strained against her bonds. The tips of her breasts were extremely sensitive and she relished the feeling of Cara’s leather brushing over them repeatedly. Even though there was clothing still separating them, Nicci felt the blonde’s heat as if touched by skin.
Cara slowly inched closer and pressed herself fully against the sorceress as her hand gently cupped Nicci’s sex through her undergarments. The sorceress gasped and arched into the touch. She closed her eyes and welcomed the tell-tale tightening in her lower belly.
Cara pushed aside the fabric and a single digit began circling the little bud until it was pulsing in a continuous rhythm. Nicci moved her hips wantonly as the touch became too light for her taste. Suddenly there were two fingers pressing against her warm wet opening. She was entered in a swift move and felt herself tightening around the Mord’Sith immediately. The quiet cry that left her throat was only the first sign of her personal defeat.
Kahlan’s cry however was much louder than that. She was still leaning with her back against the tree while her hands tugged at her hair in a desperate attempt to bring back any sense into her lust-muddled mind.
Her hips were moving in a circular motion and even though she was still fully dressed she felt filled in a way she’d never thought possible.
Her clit was throbbing intensely as she kept on moaning quietly. With her eyes closed she could almost completely imagine Cara evoking these sensations in her with a single touch. The smell of leather and something distinctly Cara was just out of her reach.
“Oh spirits…oh spirits!” She kept on chanting, feeling a steady building of something. She had to steady herself against the ground as her hips jerked helplessly when wave after wave of incredible pleasure rolled over her.
Meanwhile Cara seemed to have taken it upon her to drive Nicci insane. She was moving against her and stroking her just so that she always neared the edge but never reached it.
She moved her lips to Nicci’s throat and left her mark where it would be seen on either woman for the next couple of days. The sorceress yelped when she felt teeth nip at her pulse point.
Just then the fingers inside of her found that one spot that sent her soaring down into the abyss. Her entire body tightened and release flooded her very being.
She lifted her legs up off the ground and wrapped them around Cara, drawing those fingers even deeper while her hips kept on moving along with the rhythm the Mord’Sith had set.
Nicci groaned and with a long shudder came undone. She tugged even harder on the ropes that held her arms above her head and screamed when Cara’s lips once again latched onto her throat.
She trembled for quite a surprising amount of time and when the spasms finally subsided she untangled herself from Cara to set her feet back on the ground.
This was not how she’d wanted it go. Handing over every shred of control to the Mord’Sith hadn’t been part of her little plan.
Against Nicci’s expectations the Mord’Sith continued to stand very close to her. Slowly sliding her fingers out of the wet warmth she rested her forehead in the crook of Nicci’s neck and lightly encircled the sorceress’ waist with her arms, panting quietly.
Kahlan, on the other hand, was all by herself when she came down from the unbelievable heights she’d been sent to. She was lying on her back, staring at the gray sky above her. The leaves were softly whispering in the wind, giving her a certain sense of calm.
That was, until Richard came breaking through the underbrush. “Kahlan! Are you alright? What happened?”
The Mother Confessor squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that Richard would go away so she could enjoy that afterglow a little while longer. But he knelt down next to her, staring at her with worry.
“I’m fine Richard…” She told him and sat up. Raking both hands through her hair she quickly looked around, silently thinking of a certain blonde Mord’Sith.
Was it jealousy that suddenly raced through her veins at the thought of what Cara must’ve done with Nicci? And why had they done it in the first place? Shouldn’t she feel guilt instead? Or anger? It was her body after all.
Now that it was all over, different kinds of thoughts found residence in the back of Kahlan’s mind.
But when Richard helped her to her feet she couldn’t contain the sigh that escaped her. There was a feeling of bliss radiating from her most sensitive core throughout her entire body.
Pairings: Cara/Kahlan/Nicci
Rating: NC-17
Written for lots_pornbattle Round 3
Prompts: ep. Bound pleasuring Kahlan through Nicci, reluctant Cara, bondage
“I need to take a walk.” Kahlan raked both hands through her black tresses and turned away from the Seeker. His eyes were pleading with her to let him be part of her thoughts but she just needed a moment to herself.
“Kahlan…” He began but she silenced him with a hard stare. The mask of the Mother Confessor was firmly in place.
Blue eyes travelled over to the Mord’Sith who was glowering at their prisoner.
The woman who’d brought all of this upon them was securely tied to a tree. Her hands were stretched above her head while she stood there unable to move.
Kahlan felt the burn of the rope on her wrists and the strain in her shoulders but it was the only way to keep the blonde sorceress from doing more harm to either of them.
She shot Richard one last glance and turned away to disappear into the forest with quick strides until she couldn’t hear the Seeker’s voice calling after her anymore.
“I’m going after her.” Richard announced.
“Didn’t the Mother Confessor just voice the desire to be alone?” Cara remarked dryly.
“She needs someone to comfort her.” Richard was determined to do whatever he thought was best and Cara simply accepted his argument with a huff. There was no use in trying to hold him back. Sometimes he seemed like a puppy that needed to follow Kahlan everywhere.
He grabbed the hilt of his sword and with sure steps followed after the brunette.
“He really doesn’t know what’s best for her, does he?” Nicci’s voice was acidic as she spoke for first time in two days. Ever since they’d captured her and Cara had forcefully stopped her from doing any more harm to her own body, she’d only glared at each of them with a quiet hatred.
Despite being so powerful a sorceress she couldn’t compete with Cara’s ability to repel magic. Now she had her own personal shadow in red leather, ready to deflect any spell she might come up with.
There was really nothing to do for either of them while they were waiting for the wizard to return with a cure on his hands so they could get on with the quest.
And it was getting on Cara’s nerves. To watch the usually so fierce and determined Mother Confessor wither away under effects of the spell was unsettling, to say in the least. This not just physical but also emotional connection to Nicci was making her temper unpredictable and her body weak.
Cara kept on watching over their captive and she would continue to do so until the spell was broken.
She was itching to touch her Agiel, to quench the uneasy feeling in her stomach but refrained from doing so in front of Nicci.
No more weaknesses. They had to solve this.
“I’m sensing that you’ve not yet fully understood what all of this means.” Nicci began but Cara ignored her. The Mord’Sith made a point of looking at the trees surrounding them instead of into her eyes.
“Have you considered that the Mother Confessor can feel everything I feel? Everything.” She emphasized the last word, drawing out each syllable.
Cara’s brows furrowed, and she was about to tell the sorceress to shut up when suddenly sea-green eyes widened in realization.
A small smile played across Nicci’s lips. “Ah, I see you’ve come to a conclusion?” She chuckled darkly.
“Just think of it. What a release it would be, literally. I bet she’s thought about it too. And I’m sure she wants it so badly…”
“Enough!” Cara growled. Her hand had unconsciously wrapped around the handle of her Agiel and she couldn’t bring herself to pull away. The pain was barring unwanted thoughts from her mind but now that the sorceress had put this idea into her head it was almost impossible to ignore it.
Kahlan could indeed feel everything Nicci felt. Every blow and every cut but also every touch and caress.
“I can’t imagine what it is like to not be able to give into your desires. It must be impossibly hard to never feel the heights of orgasm, not knowing what ecstasy and pure bliss is…”
Nicci wasn’t just a magnificent sorceress, she was also talented in the arts of persuasion and manipulation. And by the look on the Mord’Sith face she knew that she’d hit a nerve.
Had she tried this with the Seeker she knew that it would never have worked because he loved the Mother Confessor too much to ever betray her with another woman. Which didn’t necessarily mean that that was what Kahlan wanted. Would she be willing to give up the Seeker for a night to feel what her body was truly capable of?
Cara reluctantly turned to face Nicci. Her mouth was set in a hard line and her entire body rigid.
“Do you really think she’d mind? You could tell her I did it myself.” Nicci suggested.
“I bet you’ve considered what it would be like to have her writhing beneath you, to claim her lips and make her feel things she’s never felt before. This is the only chance you’ll ever get, the closest you’ll ever come to feeling her…”
There was a silent war behind Cara’s eyes and by the darkening of them Nicci could tell that she’d won.
It was almost too easy, but she guessed that something had been brewing underneath the surface for quite a while and she’d just offered a way to vent certain frustrations.
Suddenly the Mord’Sith’ mouth was on her with an intensity that surprised even Nicci.
She hadn’t expected a kiss like that, at all.
Then a gloved hand was buried in her hair while the other one moved up her inner thigh.
A tongue snaked across her lips and she couldn’t help but moan quietly. Albeit all of her power and self-assuredness she’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be kissed, let alone ravished.
She couldn’t really move but leaned her head back to break the kiss. She took a deep breath. “Try to remember who you’re doing this to.”
Cara took a microscopic step back and glared at Nicci.
Meanwhile Kahlan stopped mid-step. She gasped quietly and looked around. She had to place a hand against a nearby tree to steady herself while strange sensations raced through body. Her lips tingled while there was a throbbing between her legs that she wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with.
There was a burning in her lower belly she couldn’t quite place and for a moment she thought that she might’ve upset her stomach, until she remembered the spell.
Was Nicci feeling these things? And if so what exactly was going on with her?
Kahlan almost fell to the ground when an intense wave of arousal rushed through her. She moaned loudly and leaned back against the tree. Part of her knew that this was wrong and that she should hurry back and stop whatever this was as soon as possible. But another part wanted it to continue.
These sensations were something she would never be able to coax from her own body, she knew that much. And she would also never be able to share herself with another. What if this was the only chance to ever experience intimacy? Well, in a second-hand kind of way.
Somehow she instinctively knew what was happening to her, and she only needed to decide what to do about it.
Her choice was made when there was a sudden pressure right there at her center.
Sinking down to the ground she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the tree to simply feel.
Somehow she could tell that it wasn’t Richard. She’d kissed him before and by the little pain that she felt now and then on her lips like someone was nipping at them, she knew it wasn’t him.
But that only left one person, Cara.
A hot blush crept across her face and neck. Imagining what she and Nicci were most likely doing at the moment was fueling her desire even further.
There was really no need to touch herself because a steady pressure was right there between her legs. She arched her back and grabbed fistfuls of leaves and grass that surrounded her.
Kahlan's moans never reached the sorceress and Mord’Sith who were equally focused on the task at hand.
Cara had shoved her thigh between Nicci’s legs and due to the fact that her hands were still bound above her head there was absolutely nothing the sorceress could do but enjoy the sensations the blonde’s tongue on her throat evoked in her.
As soon as Cara had remembered that Kahlan could feel this as well she’d become remarkably gentler. Had Nicci been a little more focused she would’ve grinned about the fact that a Mord’Sith was seemingly developing feelings for a Confessor. But instead she couldn’t really form a coherent thought while Cara’s unbelievably delicious lips were making their way down to her breasts.
The fabric of her dress was bunched up because the Mord’Sith had her thigh firmly planted between Nicci’s legs. She tried to find purchase to grind down but Cara always drew back when her movements became too frantic. “Are you trying to draw this out?” she breathed and hit the back of her head against the tree when Cara’s gloved hand closed around her breast. She teased a nipple through the fabric with the palm of her hand and Nicci felt herself grow even wetter. She was almost ashamed of how needy she was, but the moans just couldn’t be held in any longer.
Suddenly Cara let go of her and even stepped back, taking away that pressure Nicci so desperately needed between her legs. Slowly the Mord’Sith tugged on the fingertips of her gloves and took them off, all the while watching the sorceress with a hungry gaze. Hadn’t her chest and cheeks already been flushed Nicci would’ve blushed embarrassingly at the look that was directed at her.
Cara dropped the gloves to the ground and returned to stand right before the blonde. She gazed into her eyes and cradled Nicci’s face in her now bare hands. The tenderness was surprising, to say in the least, and Nicci couldn’t help but wonder who the Mord’Sith was truly looking at.
Was she imagining dark tresses and blue eyes? Did it really matter?
Cara’s lips descended upon hers once again and she parted them to invite an inquisitive tongue into her mouth. The Mord’Sith’ hands wandered down her throat over her shoulders and arms to settle on her hips. Nicci was pretty certain that this was one of the most passionate kisses she’d ever received.
Cara began grinding against Nicci and gathered the fabric of her red dress in her hands to pull it up over the blonde’s waist.
The pain from the ropes on her wrists was something Nicci could easily ignore and it actually made this entire experience far more exciting. She briefly wondered if the Mother Confessor felt the same way.
Soon enough her lower parts were exposed to the chilly air of the day and she felt Cara’s warm hands settle on her thighs. Sure fingers gently massaged there while the Mord’Sith kept on devouring Nicci’s lips.
The closer those fingers came to her center the more Nicci strained against her bonds. The tips of her breasts were extremely sensitive and she relished the feeling of Cara’s leather brushing over them repeatedly. Even though there was clothing still separating them, Nicci felt the blonde’s heat as if touched by skin.
Cara slowly inched closer and pressed herself fully against the sorceress as her hand gently cupped Nicci’s sex through her undergarments. The sorceress gasped and arched into the touch. She closed her eyes and welcomed the tell-tale tightening in her lower belly.
Cara pushed aside the fabric and a single digit began circling the little bud until it was pulsing in a continuous rhythm. Nicci moved her hips wantonly as the touch became too light for her taste. Suddenly there were two fingers pressing against her warm wet opening. She was entered in a swift move and felt herself tightening around the Mord’Sith immediately. The quiet cry that left her throat was only the first sign of her personal defeat.
Kahlan’s cry however was much louder than that. She was still leaning with her back against the tree while her hands tugged at her hair in a desperate attempt to bring back any sense into her lust-muddled mind.
Her hips were moving in a circular motion and even though she was still fully dressed she felt filled in a way she’d never thought possible.
Her clit was throbbing intensely as she kept on moaning quietly. With her eyes closed she could almost completely imagine Cara evoking these sensations in her with a single touch. The smell of leather and something distinctly Cara was just out of her reach.
“Oh spirits…oh spirits!” She kept on chanting, feeling a steady building of something. She had to steady herself against the ground as her hips jerked helplessly when wave after wave of incredible pleasure rolled over her.
Meanwhile Cara seemed to have taken it upon her to drive Nicci insane. She was moving against her and stroking her just so that she always neared the edge but never reached it.
She moved her lips to Nicci’s throat and left her mark where it would be seen on either woman for the next couple of days. The sorceress yelped when she felt teeth nip at her pulse point.
Just then the fingers inside of her found that one spot that sent her soaring down into the abyss. Her entire body tightened and release flooded her very being.
She lifted her legs up off the ground and wrapped them around Cara, drawing those fingers even deeper while her hips kept on moving along with the rhythm the Mord’Sith had set.
Nicci groaned and with a long shudder came undone. She tugged even harder on the ropes that held her arms above her head and screamed when Cara’s lips once again latched onto her throat.
She trembled for quite a surprising amount of time and when the spasms finally subsided she untangled herself from Cara to set her feet back on the ground.
This was not how she’d wanted it go. Handing over every shred of control to the Mord’Sith hadn’t been part of her little plan.
Against Nicci’s expectations the Mord’Sith continued to stand very close to her. Slowly sliding her fingers out of the wet warmth she rested her forehead in the crook of Nicci’s neck and lightly encircled the sorceress’ waist with her arms, panting quietly.
Kahlan, on the other hand, was all by herself when she came down from the unbelievable heights she’d been sent to. She was lying on her back, staring at the gray sky above her. The leaves were softly whispering in the wind, giving her a certain sense of calm.
That was, until Richard came breaking through the underbrush. “Kahlan! Are you alright? What happened?”
The Mother Confessor squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that Richard would go away so she could enjoy that afterglow a little while longer. But he knelt down next to her, staring at her with worry.
“I’m fine Richard…” She told him and sat up. Raking both hands through her hair she quickly looked around, silently thinking of a certain blonde Mord’Sith.
Was it jealousy that suddenly raced through her veins at the thought of what Cara must’ve done with Nicci? And why had they done it in the first place? Shouldn’t she feel guilt instead? Or anger? It was her body after all.
Now that it was all over, different kinds of thoughts found residence in the back of Kahlan’s mind.
But when Richard helped her to her feet she couldn’t contain the sigh that escaped her. There was a feeling of bliss radiating from her most sensitive core throughout her entire body.